Some thoughts while visiting Tryon Palace
on a warm spring day
and sitting alone in the gardens.
$6 Time Travel
Today I crossed the road and entered a world different than my own
– a world of brick and of fire and of iron.
I walked the deserted pathways of some colonial mansion,
resting at last on a low stone bench
surrounded by high brick walls,
and shaded by looming birches.
Wind devils scattered leaves,
bringing scent of sweetshrub and creeping phlox,
and causing a twitter in some nearby thicket.
An orange cat shared his space with me,
rousing only to stretch and yawn.
Straining my ears, I just made out
the gurgle of a fountain or the blows
of the blacksmith as she beat out nails and hooks
from red-hot metal on her anvil.
How much would one pay for such release –
for a few hours’ respite from the world –
to step back & breathe the air of different times,
to unplug from the digital consciousness
and become analog?
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Today it cost six dollars.